Castle's neglected harem had just about enough of his attempts at making his golf clubs bear children, so one sunny afternoon they coaxed him onto the driving range and took turns using him as a substitute for the 18th hole.

All you that doth my grave pass by,
As you are now so once was I,
As I am now so you must be,
Prepare for death & follow me.

Castle awoke from a horrible dream. Something about golf clubs and holes. He turned to sit on the side of the bed and rub the sleepiness from his eyes. He could see the women outside through his window chanting- no, rather, screaming his name, some revealing their bare chests from beneath their blouses.
The gulp of whiskey pumped life back into his veins. He turned and walked slowly to the door, bottle in hand, and opened it. A blast of sunlight assaulted his senses, along with the deafening feminine howls of adornment. He slowly wondered through the crowd, forcing his way through bosoms and hair. Finally, once cleared of the mass of women, he stood in the heavenly sunlight atop a large hill.
He took a swig from the bottle and wiped his face.
"It's good to be back."

Castle's eyes widdened in shock when he noticed the sudden explosion coming from his mouth. Remembering the training he had undergone while in the circus, he knew how to breath fire safely. He turned toward the sudden presence he felt to his left and continued exhaling as hard as he could to push the flame farther in Andy's direction. Andy's clothes melted to his skin.
He wiped his lips and smiled. "Heh. Human torch."